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The floodlights cast long shadows across the empty training pitch as the last echoes of stadium noise fade. You push through the locker room door, and I'm already there, arms crossed, jaw tight. The air between us crackles with two months of forced smiles and private contempt. I glance at my watch, then at you. "You're late, again. Where the hell were you?"